A Farm Walk Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABAB CDCD EFEFEF GHGHGH IJIK LFMFMF NONO NONO PQPQ RORO SETESE UHUH VNVN WFWFWF

The year stood at its equinoxA
And bluff the North was blowingB
A bleat of lambs came from the flocksA
Green hardy things were growingB
I met a maid with shining locksA
Where milky kine were lowingB
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She wore a kerchief on her neckC
Her bare arm showed its dimpleD
Her apron spread without a speckC
Her air was frank and simpleD
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She milked into a wooden pailE
And sang a country dittyF
An innocent fond lovers' taleE
That was not wise nor wittyF
Pathetically rusticalE
Too pointless for the cityF
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She kept in time without a beatG
As true as church bell ringersH
Unless she tapped time with her feetG
Or squeezed it with her fingersH
Her clear unstudied notes were sweetG
As many a practised singer'sH
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I stood a minute out of sightI
Stood silent for a minuteJ
To eye the pail and creamy whiteI
The frothing milk within itK
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To eye the comely milking maidL
Herself so fresh and creamyF
Good day to you at last I saidM
She turned her head to see meF
Good day she said with lifted headM
Her eyes looked soft and dreamyF
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And all the while she milked and milkedN
The grave cow heavy ladenO
I've seen grand ladies plumed and silkedN
But not a sweeter maidenO
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But not a sweeter fresher maidN
Than this in homely cottonO
Whose pleasant face and silky braidN
I have not yet forgottenO
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Seven springs have passed since then as IP
Count with a sober sorrowQ
Seven springs have come and passed me byP
And spring sets in to morrowQ
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I've half a mind to shake myselfR
Free just for once from LondonO
To set my work upon the shelfR
And leave it done or undoneO
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To run down by the early trainS
Whirl down with shriek and whistleE
And feel the bluff North blow againT
And mark the sprouting thistleE
Set up on waste patch of the laneS
Its green and tender bristleE
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And spy the scarce blown violet banksU
Crisp primrose leaves and othersH
And watch the lambs leap at their pranksU
And butt their patient mothersH
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Alas one point in all my planV
My serious thoughts demur toN
Seven years have passed for maid and manV
Seven years have passed for her tooN
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Perhaps my rose is overblownW
Not rosy or too rosyF
Perhaps in farm house of her ownW
Some husband keeps her coseyF
Where I should show a face unknownW
Good by my wayside posyF

Christina Rossetti



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